family
Family life from the feminist perspective; can women have it all? Can anyone?
Why Do We Celebrate Daughter's Day?
Daughter’s day is the most special occasion to be celebrated by the parents who are all having the little princesses in their home. Usually, people sentimentally feel that having a daughter is a blessing of their life and they wish to give all love and affection without letting her meet any sadness or disappointments in her life.
Laxmi RanaPublished 11 days ago in Viva
Not For Sissies
I don’t have a nine to five job these days. I’m supposed to be happily retired and enjoying my Golden Years. The last few years have been anything but Golden.
Paula ShabloPublished 22 days ago in VivaBe Nice To Your Daughter
Dear Lady, You may not realize that I heard everything you said. Or maybe you didn't care. But I did and you broke my heart.
If You Just Tried Harder...
This is a rant. You have been warned; proceed accordingly. Yesterday I came across an article on my Facebook feed. It was titled, "Working Parents, Do You Have a Plan for Childcare Emergencies?"
Rebecca HansenPublished 2 months ago in Viva
The Path of Women
The women in my family before me, they carved a path for me. This path at times winds gently through dew-damp forests, along sun-dappled streams and rivers. A canopy of leaves keep the sun-blistering heat of day at bay. When night descends it darkens the once cheery path where teeth and claws strike at unsuspecting prey. Sometimes the path meanders lazily though sunny meadowlands, to where winds gently bend the grasses seemingly with open arms to invite one for a rest. Other times, the path ascends over treacherous gravelly terrain along perilously rocky cliffs. Here, a millennia of thunderous storms have taken their toll on this stretch of road. Waves crash harshly over boulders and rocks that have broken off, falling thousands of feet below to their demise.
Julie GodfreyPublished 2 months ago in Viva
Be Seen and Not Heard
It happened again last week. I was at a large meeting and the person next to me commented that I am always so calm and soft-spoken.
Judey KalchikPublished 4 months ago in VivaMy Life In Pine Glen
I moved into an older apartment building with my two baby girls. Being a single mom at eighteen, I really couldn’t afford much.
Brenda Lee Lord-HingerPublished 4 months ago in Viva
Boss. It's More Than a Title, it's a State of Mind.
Let's get our facts straight. Moms are bad a** bosses. Each mom out there hustles, day-in and day-out to give their children the life that they deserve. It looks different in each mom's circumstance, and every mom has their own special brand of boss mom magic. They use their powers to teach us extraordinary life lessons. From self-care, to love advice, to moral guidance. Moms provide us with the foundation for our future, and we are lucky to have these boss ladies in our lives.
Samantha KaszasPublished 4 months ago in Viva
Love Conquers All
My mother taught me unconditional love. She believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself. She always held me on such a high pedestal, but I don’t feel as though I ever succeeded as being the daughter she truly needed. However, I still have time.
Sonia Nesbitt FrondutoPublished 4 months ago in VivaA Childless Daughter That Is A Motherless Child
The women who have gone through their fertile years escaping the world of motherhood, are cut from the same cloth. I find that the women who do not want children, felt this deep within their soul early in their life when they were in their late teenage years.
Sandra LandauPublished 4 months ago in VivaThe Price of Strength
He’s going to die. The thought was crystal clear. It came unsolicited and rang through my mind like the toll of a bell. A singular thought independent of emotion as I found him in the hospital bed. My mind had already processed the information my eyes had provided. It took all of what…. thirty seconds? The rest of me had to play catch up.
GingerellaPublished 4 months ago in VivaPainful Memories of Love
When I was little, about 6 years old, I was sitting in the back of my parent’s car, not on the seat with my seat belt on, but curled up on the floor. My dad was always very strict with safety. If we didn’t sit nicely in the car, he would stop the car, force our seat belts on and talk sense to my brother and me for as long as necessary before getting back in the driver’s seat.
Ida StokbaekPublished 4 months ago in Viva
